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The Doctor still hadn't left the TARDIS, and he'd lost count on how long it had been since he'd last seen Amy.

He did know however that he had been lying on his bed for about ten hours, staring at a photo of him and Amy.

It was a photo that the space monkeys had taken when he, Amy and Jack had visited them. Amy and the Doctor had their arms tightly clasped around each other, and they were both grinning at the camera. Jack was behind them, and he was pulling a funny face at them.

The photo used to make the Doctor laugh, but now, staring at their happy, carefree faces, he just wanted to cry.

"I miss you." He murmured to the picture, tracing Amy's face with his finger. "I don't think I can do this for much longer."

Sighing, he put the photo down, and rolled over on his bed, pulling a pillow over his head.

Big mistake.

He was now completely smothered in Amy's scent, which lingered on her pillow on her side of the bed.

Bolting upright, the Doctor tossed the pillow aside, finally giving in. "Don't worry Amy, I'm coming." He whispered, leaping off of the bed and heading determinedly to the door.

I'm coming back for you.

~I~

It had been three months since the Doctor had left Amy, and now, she was beginning to lose hope. She'd convinced herself that he'd be back for her, but as the weeks passed, she began to believe that he would never return.

Sighing, she picked up a red pen and crossed the day off on her calendar, before heading out of her bedroom.

As she walked downstairs, she could smell fresh bacon, but the smell made her nauseous. She couldn't stomach food anymore, and when she could, she'd just pour herself some tea and have some toast.

"I've done you some eggs and bacon for breakfast!" Her Aunt Sharon told her as she walked into the kitchen. "I can't have you going to work on an empty stomach!"

"I'm not hungry." Amy mumbled, pulling on her coat, preparing to go to work.

"For goodness sake Amelia, you're wasting away!" Her Aunt snapped, surprising her niece. "You haven't eaten properly for months. So you will sit down and eat what I have cooked for you!"

"I have a work meeting in a few minutes." Amy lied, backing away to the doorway. "Anyway, Rory can eat it when he comes here later. He doesn't mind cold breakfast."

"Aren't you going to stay to talk to him?" Her Aunt asked, unable to keep the hope from her tone. She wanted Rory and Amy to reconcile, having been the one to match them up together in the first place.

Amy shook her head and smiled sadly. "No. Like I said, I have a work meeting."

Without saying goodbye, she hurried out of the kitchen and out of the house.

~I~

Two hours later, the TARDIS materialised in the middle of Amy's living room. The Doctor caught sight of his appearance just before he opened the doors, and grimaced at his reflection. He was still wearing the clothes that he'd been wearing when he told Amy that he was taking her home, and now they were rumpled and covered in stains.

Deciding that he didn't care what he looked like, he stepped out of the TARDIS tentatively. "Amy?" He called. "Amy?"

The house was completely silent.

Frowning, the Doctor closed the TARDIS doors and approached the mantelpiece. He'd purposefully set the co-ordinates to Leadworth three months after he'd left Amy, so she could have the chance to move on with her life. He was expecting to see wedding photos littering the mantelpiece, but all of the photos were of Amy as a little girl.

Suddenly he heard the front door open, and he spun towards the direction of the door, beaming.

But it wasn't Amy who had walked in.

Rory stood in the doorway to Living Room, an incredulous look on his face. "Doctor?" He asked, confused.

The Doctor waved at him awkwardly. "Rory! It's good to see you again!" He told him, putting on a brace façade. "How've you been? What's your lovely wife up to nowadays?"

Rory's face filled with fury, and he charged at the Doctor.

Before the Doctor could react, Rory's fist connected with his face, and he slumped to the ground.

~I~

The Doctor woke up moments later to an earthquake, though when he opened his eyes, it was only Rory shaking his body frantically. "Doctor? Doctor? Wake up!"

The Doctor leapt to his feet, narrowly avoiding banging heads with Rory, and rubbed his sore cheek. "Did you knock me out because I didn't buy you a wedding present?" He asked him in confusion.

Rory stared incredulously at him. "Doctor, I hit you because of what you've done to Amy."

The Doctor gave him an anguished look. "What have I done to her?" He whispered, his voice breaking in the middle.

But Rory acted like he hadn't heard him. "And I thought that you'd…I don't know…hit me back! I'm so sorry for knocking you out. I didn't think you'd be the weaker man out of the two of us!"

"Do I look like a skinny ninja to you?" The Doctor asked him, shaking his head.

"Well…yeah."

" Rory, I'm the Doctor. Not a black belt in Karate. Tried it once, but it's not really my style. I'm more of a–"

"Do you want to shut up now?" Rory interrupted, frowning at him.

The Doctor hastily closed his mouth, and he sank down onto the sofa behind him. "So, how's Amy been?" He asked quietly, trying to keep his emotion out of his voice.

Rory sat down on the chair opposite him. "How do you think she's been?" He spat, glaring at him.

The Doctor winced at his harsh tone. "Rory, I made a terrible mistake, and I'm sorry for hurting the both of you. I will regret it for the rest of my existence, I swear."

"A mistake? Doctor, you've killed Amy!" Rory cried, slamming his hand down on the armrest.

The Doctor's head shot up, and he felt his eyes fill with tears. "No...no! Amy can't be…" He trailed off, and covered his face with his hands.

"She's not dead like that." Rory assured him quickly. "But you've killed her inside. She doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep, and she stays up and sits in her back garden all night long, waiting for you!"

"Oh Amy…I've failed you." The Doctor mumbled, turning his gaze to the door, as if Amy was behind it. "I'm so sorry."

"There's more." Rory added. "She broke up with me, quit her job—"

The Doctor returned his attention to him. "She's not a kiss-o-gram anymore? But I thought she loved that job."

Rory gave him a strange look. "The only reason she was a kiss-o-gram was because of you Doctor."

That stunned the Doctor. "Me?"

"Amy loved make-believe, so putting on a costume and pretending to be someone else was ideal for her. And it all comes down to you." Rory explained. "Everyone said that you were make-believe, the Raggedy Doctor."

"I really have hurt her, haven't I? Mad, impossible Amy Pond. What have I done to her?" The Doctor whispered sorrowfully.

"You ruined her." Rory told him cruelly. "I just hope you can bring her back. I haven't seen her smile for three months. Three months Doctor!"

"A trip to see one of her favourite celebrities should make her happy." The Doctor remarked, studying the TARDIS intently. "I'm sure Tom Cruise would be happy to meet her."

"You're taking her away again?" Rory asked him angrily. "After all of the things that you said to her?"

The Doctor leaned forward. "Rory, look. I know that I've hurt her, and you, but what I said to her…do you really think that I meant it?" He paused, and stared straight into Rory's eyes. "I love her Rory. I love her so much. And I promise that I'll fix her."

Rory studied the Doctor, and realised that he was telling the truth when he saw sincerity and regret reflected in the Doctor's eyes.

"Just take good care of her." Rory muttered, rising to his feet.

"I will. Thank you Rory." The Doctor replied, offering him his hand.

Rory stared at his outstretched hand dubiously, before shaking it. "You'll find Amy in the Post Office." He told him. "Look after her for me."

The Doctor nodded and clapped his shoulder. "You're a good man Rory." He said as he stepped into the TARDIS.

Rory shook his head in disagreement, but couldn't keep a small smile from his face as he waved goodbye to the Doctor.

~I~

The Doctor was tempted to park the TARDIS right next to wherever Amy was, but decided that if she was as frail as Rory said she was, he'd probably shock her to death.

Needing Amy to be alive so that he could get her to forgive him, he parked his ship right next to the Post Office entrance.

He left his ship and stopped outside of the entrance, adjusting his bowtie in the reflection of the glass. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the doors and joined the queue.

He saw Amy immediately. She was at one of the desks, staring blankly at a computer screen. The sign above her said that her desk was closed, so the Doctor jumped the rest of the queue and stopped outside of the glass.

He banged on the glass to get her attention, but she didn't turn her gaze away from the screen. "This desk is closed. Please use another." She said in a monotone voice.

The Doctor didn't reply, too focused on her appearance. Rory hadn't been exaggerating when he'd told him that she didn't eat. The Doctor could tell that she hadn't eaten in days. Gone were her bright eyes and rosy cheeks. Instead, her face was gaunt, and her skin was sallow.

But she still looked absolutely magnificent to him.

He knocked on the glass again, and this time, Amy tore her eyes away from her computer. "For the last time Sir, this de—"

She stopped abruptly when she realised that it was the Doctor who was trying to grab her attention.

He grinned sheepishly at her. "Hey Pond. I'm here to pick up a special delivery. You."

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